Cigarette
I lit a cigarette to forget your name,
But every puff whispers the same.
Love burned out, yet smoke still stays,
Like your memory in endless haze.
-ausaf
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A pale moon lingered on the edge of sleep
And in her silver hush I laid my grief
Not as a wound but as a trembling rose
That feared the dawn yet longed for it the most
For beauty , even in its dying hour
Builds secret temples in the ruined heart.
-ausaf
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*Draft of a Quiet Exit*
I smoke
to check
if I still react
The flame feels polite.
The smoke indifferent.
No sadness waits
No relief answers
Even despair
has grown tired of me
I dont cling
Nothing stays
Habits pass through
like apologies
that mean nothing
This isnt peace
Peace has weight
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I wake without a reason
yet morning insists on me
Perhaps I am not here to shine
only to endure the light
until the question of my existence
grows tired of asking
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Above the Frostline The mountains breathe in silver cold Their ribs of stone in silence hold A heaven stitched with brittle light Hangs low against the endless night My steps dissolve in drifting snow Where only quiet winds still go And somewhere past the frozen air God left a whisper hanging there -ausaf Ausaf is my penname
Above the Frostline
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i count my steps on a fractured line,
heartbeat metered, wrong but mine,
i smile like i’ve already won
wars i lost before they’d begun
i dance with ghosts in borrowed skin ,
call it living , call it sin
if this is hope, then let it sting
i’ll bleed in time, not everything.
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The fool steps forward
without a map
eyes unguarded
into the gap
They call him mad
say something’s gone
say sense left early
and stayed too long
But the fool waits
for their sight to bend
to notice the mind
they chose not to defend
A genius breathing
beneath the grin
wisdom wearing
a foolish skin
I am Halfway through No Longer Human, somewhere around the second notebook, I realized this book isn't just about Yozo it's about all of us who've ever smiled to hide confusion. His laughter feels like armor, his pleasures like escapes rather than desires. Every person he meets mirrors a world that calls itself "normal" yet feels so distant, and each failed connection pulls him deeper into the quiet horror of existing without belonging. By this point, I've come to see that his confessions aren't cries for forgiveness, but proof that he once existed, even if he never fit in. Maybe being "no longer human" isn't about losing humanity at all it's about being too honest in a world that survives on pretending.
Thoughts on No longer human Osamu Dazai
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I count my breaths
like borrowed time
step by step
in crooked rhyme
I feel too much
I feel too late
love arrives
already fate
I stay I bend
I almost break
still I wake
for waking’s sake
-ausaf
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The Freedom in Falling
I let go slow then all at once
No net below no final stance
The air confesed what grip concealed
That faling frees what faith had sealed
No crown no ground no walls to call
I found my wings by losing all.
-ausaf
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it is really good- like its about cherishing borrowed time,valuing emotional access and quietly asking to be trusted with someone’s presence
so we learn to live
in the space between feeling
and collapse
holding pain
like a lit match
enough to see ourselves
not enough to burn away
we call it survival
but it is practice
how to lose slowly
without disappearing
if this is the battle of our lives
let it be known
we stayed human
as it undid us
I speak softly
because the world bruises easily
I carry sunsets in my chest
unfinished conversations
names I was never brave enough to say
Some nights I feel too much
other nights not at all
both hurt in their own way
If I disappear for a while
know this
I’m not lost
I’m just learning how to stay
I learned silence
from rooms that stayed,
and hope
from doors that never did.
